“A sickle-cell attack would creep up slowly in my ankles, legs, arms, back, stoma…” — Prodigy

You gotta be careful and just learn from your mistakes.

Growing up in bad neighborhoods, you see and experience a lot.

Nobody's unique. Everybody copies off of each other. Everybody wears the same type of stuff. Nobody's an individual anymore.

People of all races need to come together to control our government and run a giant comb through it so we can see the filth that comes out.